My grandfather also fought there. He was in the engineers. He said that the Japs killed three of the other cat operators and the other guy was a drunk. He didn't talk much about it until he was on his deathbed. He explained that while many servicemen got lost and died of exposure in the storms that many also had their throats slashed at night while sleeping. Others were ambushed, kidnapped, tortured and then killed. He was put in charge of the 14 POWs. He said that you couldn't trust them for a second. He said that if he was working and it got really quiet. That he would take the extra M1 Garand Mag and through it up against the metal roof of the cab and then expect three or four of them to make a mad rush at him. He also almost killed his doctor who was Filipino when he was at the last stage of his colon cancer. He grabbed the doctor by the throat and said, "Bloody Jap, I'm taking you with me!."

A supervisor many years back was there. He said they brought in gutted mule carcasses to feed the sled dogs. Rations were pretty bad, but he claimed mule backstrap and tenderloin was a huge improvement- even downright tasty.

Speaking of eating dog food, I got into fridge leftovers yesterday for lunch.

Boy, was I in trouble with the wife for eating the caribou steak she had cooked up for the year old Dachshund.....

Rost- just ignore the dipspits. They are all attention whores and this is their only way to get it. They won't go away, but not giving them what they want has to frustrate the hell out of them. Let 'em stew in their own juices.

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